Chapter 1[]
Around 30 million years ago, an extraterrestrial spore drifted into our solar system, colliding with a rogue meteor in the asteroid belt. The impact scattered fragments along the solar orbit, sending the spore on a new trajectory. With no intention or motive, it survived solely to exist. After eons of drifting, a fragment entered Earth's atmosphere, crashing into the East Coast, specifically Cape Cod.
Eddie Brock, a wealthy investigative journalist driven by a thirst for the unusual, caught wind of the event. A loner by nature, Eddie preferred the gritty fieldwork of exposing corruption and conspiracies. This time, however, he pursued a story that would change everything.
It was raining when Eddie arrived at the crash site. The beach was empty, the sound of waves mingling with the steady patter of droplets. In the sand lay a dark, viscous substance, shimmering unnaturally under the dim moonlight. Eddie approached cautiously, his breath fogging in the cold air. The goo pulsed faintly, as if alive.
When Eddie knelt to touch it, the symbiote reacted immediately. It surged forward, wrapping around his hand. The sensation was unlike anything he’d ever felt. It wasn’t cold or slimy but warm and textured, like liquid velvet. As it crept up his arm, a searing heat spread through his veins. The connection was instantaneous and overwhelming.
Eddie’s vision blurred, his senses drowning in a flood of alien impressions. Neural pathways were forged in microseconds, binding the symbiote to his nervous system. It burrowed into his cells, melding at an atomic level. Eddie screamed, falling to his knees as the goo enveloped him. But just as quickly, the pain subsided, replaced by clarity.
His heart pounded as he stood. He felt... more. Stronger. Faster. Yet the sensation wasn’t entirely his. There was another presence—watching, waiting.
Chapter 2[]
The first time Eddie entered the void was the night after bonding. As he slept, his consciousness was drawn into a realm of pure darkness. It wasn’t a dream; it felt too real. In this place, there was no light except for Eddie himself, glowing faintly against the abyss.
“Where am I?” he asked, his voice echoing endlessly.
“With me,” a voice replied, guttural and deep. From the shadows emerged a towering figure, the true form of Venom. It was unlike anything Eddie could have imagined—its body a mass of shifting black tendrils, its eyes void-like and glowing faintly white. Jagged teeth stretched in a grin that was both predatory and unsettling. Despite its horrifying appearance, the symbiote obeyed the strict laws of physics, its movements hyper-grounded in reality, its form bound by the constraints of the natural world.
“This is what you fear?” Venom asked, its voice a mix of curiosity and amusement.
Eddie nodded, his breath quickening. “You’re... horrifying.”
Venom leaned closer, its presence suffocating. “Good. Fear keeps you alive. But remember, Eddie, we are one. Your light is my light.”
Chapter 3[]
Eddie avoided mirrors after that. Whenever he looked, Venom was there, lurking in his reflection. Sometimes it was subtle—a flicker of black at the edges. Other times, it was unmistakable. Venom’s face would replace his own, grinning with teeth too sharp and eyes too cold. It whispered to him constantly, its voice an ever-present rasp in the back of his mind.
Once, Eddie woke up in the middle of the night, drawn to the bathroom. When he turned on the light, his reflection didn’t move. Instead, Venom stared back, its grin widening as Eddie’s heart raced.
“Why do you do this?” Eddie whispered.
“To remind you,” Venom replied, its voice echoing in the small room. “I am always here.”
Eddie’s nights were never peaceful. The symbiote moved him in his sleep, using his body while he was unconscious. He’d wake up in strange places—rooftops, alleys, even crime scenes. One night, he woke to find himself standing in a criminal’s home, the remnants of Venom’s actions smeared across the walls. The man had been devoured, leaving nothing but shattered bones and gore.
The symbiote had left traces—black goo dripping from the ceiling, pooling around the fragments of its victim. The air was thick with a metallic tang, the smell of raw meat and decay overpowering.
“Why?” Eddie demanded, horrified.
“He hurt people,” Venom replied simply. “We stop those who hurt others.”
Eddie wanted to argue but couldn’t. The man had been a monster. But Venom’s methods—the gore, the carnage—made Eddie’s stomach turn.
Chapter 4[]
Despite everything, Venom wasn’t brutal for the sake of it. Its actions were calculated, driven by a warped sense of justice. This made it a terrifying ally. Even Spider-Man, who Eddie occasionally crossed paths with, admitted his unease.
“I trust you, Eddie,” Peter said one night. “But Venom... he’s something else. Sometimes, I think he scares me more than the villains we fight.”
Eddie didn’t disagree. Venom scared him too. But he couldn’t deny the results. Together, they were a force the city had never seen.
Entry 101: Saw Spider-Man today. He was saving someone, as usual. Makes it look easy. I envy him. He doesn’t have to deal with this... thing inside him. But I respect him. He’s a better man than I am.
Entry 112: Venom scares me. Not just because of what he does, but because of how much I’ve started to agree with him. The world isn’t black and white anymore. It’s predator and prey.
Entry 120: Woke up covered in blood again. Venom says it’s justice. I don’t know anymore. Maybe he’s right. Maybe we’re the only ones willing to do what needs to be done.
Chapter 5[]
Eddie’s bond with Venom deepened over time, but the fear never left. Every reflection, every night terror, every whispered word in the void reminded him of the monster he carried. Yet, as much as Venom terrified him, Eddie knew he couldn’t let go.
“You’re a game-changer, Eddie,” Venom said one night, its voice a low growl. “With me, you’re more than human. Together, we can do what Spider-Man never could. We can save this city.”
Eddie didn’t respond. He simply stared into the mirror, where Venom grinned back, a reflection of his own darkest fears.
In that moment, Eddie realized that his greatest fear wasn’t Venom. It was what he was becoming—and how much he was starting to like it.